Curiously, a couple of days away in Chichester gave more reading opportunities than staying at home - three hours on a train with nice, ten minute connections one way (a train waiting at Tonbridge), three and a half hours back (a generous half hour at Redhill, and a nerve wracking four minutes at Tonbridge).
If I were really insane, I could do it as an offpeak day trip even in the week - in Chichester for just gone one, lunch in The Fountain, peruse of Kim's Bookshop, two hours in the gallery, maybe a circumambulation of the walls, back to the station for about six. A Saturday would add hours according to how early I could rise. Return fare avoiding London, with Network Card £13.20. Bargain.
I note that I've never really read Robert Silverberg. I can think of no reason why - I am rereading Lord Valentine's Castle, which I see I was bought for my sixteenth birthday for reasons which escape me, but I never got on with the subsequent volumes. I might have tried his novel of Nightfall. Which may be reason enough. Oddly, a couple of times I thought "How heteronnormative", only for a reference to homosexual to occur. Still, the plots are about men, and there's a quivery attitude to race.
( LXXXII: Robert Silverberg, Dying Inside (1972) )
( LXXXIII: Robert Silverberg, The World Inside (1971) )
( LXXXIV: Robert Silverberg, Tower of Glass (1970) )
If I were really insane, I could do it as an offpeak day trip even in the week - in Chichester for just gone one, lunch in The Fountain, peruse of Kim's Bookshop, two hours in the gallery, maybe a circumambulation of the walls, back to the station for about six. A Saturday would add hours according to how early I could rise. Return fare avoiding London, with Network Card £13.20. Bargain.
I note that I've never really read Robert Silverberg. I can think of no reason why - I am rereading Lord Valentine's Castle, which I see I was bought for my sixteenth birthday for reasons which escape me, but I never got on with the subsequent volumes. I might have tried his novel of Nightfall. Which may be reason enough. Oddly, a couple of times I thought "How heteronnormative", only for a reference to homosexual to occur. Still, the plots are about men, and there's a quivery attitude to race.
( LXXXII: Robert Silverberg, Dying Inside (1972) )
( LXXXIII: Robert Silverberg, The World Inside (1971) )
( LXXXIV: Robert Silverberg, Tower of Glass (1970) )